Back At Mass

Today, at long last, I was able to attend the weekday Mass at Nazareth. It was so wonderful to be there. After being ill so long, and not being able to attend it was like being freed from prison and returning home again. I spoke with one of the Sisters that sits near me, in our sparsely populated section, and told her how much I'd missed the daily Mass and she said, "I know you did. You can't live without it. How do other people live without it?"

Honestly, I do not know. Having forsworn getting involved in agonizing over the agendas of those in or out of the church, I am free again to just be a part of Mass and make that connection heart to heart with Christ. My friend the tiedyedmystic would no doubt have something to add from the Tao, or a Zen Koan, but for me I'm sticking with the heart of Christ. It's what I know, and the symbolism I am most comfortable with. I am not one who believes there is no salvation outside the church, but I do believe that Christ has covered all our debts, and done it all already on our behalf. The great lesson of life is learning that we must let God be God, and God acts in Christ, and sometimes through us, but usually, without our help at all.

As you can tell from the picture, many others were there also. Pssst. I didn't see them though.